Nubile Treat
Chapter 1
Babs Marshal ran her fingers up and down the lips of her
cunt, relishing the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She
floated on her back in the comfort of the huge water bed, eyes
closed, dreaming of a thick, rigid cock. Her husband had been out
of town on business for a week, but the image of the muscular male
that hovered in her mind was not Dan. It was her father.
"O-h-h-h," Babs moaned softly as her passion grew. She was
alone in the house, both her children out on heavy dates. Her
father was such a strapping stud, and even as a girl she had
dreamed of his prick. She loved Dan, but how nice it would have
been - just once - to feel the hardness of her father's organ in
her pussy.
She was building herself gradually towards a climax, visions
of two hard cocks now competing in her mind. Her husband and her
father, Roy, each so powerfully built, so well hung, and the cock
of first one and then the other dominated her imagination. Her
finger found the clit, teased it, brought a greater flow of cunt
juice to her hand. Again she moaned aloud, as she neared the peak
of passion.
Long, stiff, pink-hued penises wafted before her, her dad's,
her husband's, and then a third. Behind it was the lean, athletic
body of her son Ned. Yes, he too was a player in her dreams, a
cock to be lusted for.
Suddenly, a sound cut into Babs's revery. Someone had
entered the house. She paused, her heart momentarily stopped, her
ears tense for another sound. Then she made out the familiar
footfalls of her son, and she called out to him. "Ned, is that
you?"
"Yeah, Mom, his dejected voice came back.
"What happened?"
"Date didn't pan out," she heard his somber voice reply. "I
think it's snafu with Cecilia and me."
Babs swallowed hard with a feeling that matched the tone of
her son's downcast voice. She pulled her hand from her moist cunt
and rose from the bed. Her massive breasts, still firm and well
formed, swayed as she donned a sheer nightgown and covered that
with a robe. She went to the door, opened it and called to her
son. "Come on up here, Ned. It can't be that bad." Then she
returned to the bed to wait for him.
Seconds later he appeared in the doorway, his face as glum as
his voice had been. "It is," he said. "I blew it."
Babs was reclining on the bed, a pillow behind her. "Tell me
all about it," she cooed. "Come over and sit on the bed."
Ned stepped out of the doorway and was soon slumped unhappily
beside his voluptuous mother. "I guess I went a little too fast,"
he said. "I thought Cecilia was ready ... for some heavy necking.
We were in the car, parked up by the cliff, and I ... I guess I
got a little out of line."
"You touched her breasts?"
"Uh, yeah. That was it," Ned came back, but from the tone of
his voice his mother knew that he was fibbing. He must have made
a play for her pussy, and the picture of her son's hand reaching
under the skirt of the pretty Cecilia, groping for her panties,
aroused a hot passion in her loins.
Ned was feeling the same thing ... along with a hard cock.
He had dreamed about his mother for over three years, had played
with himself imagining how it would be to feel her soft, full
breasts, to slip his cock into her moist cunt. Night after night
he'd pictured himself fucking her, always ceasing his self-
stimulation before shooting the load he wanted to fill her pussy.
Now he had built himself up to the bursting point. He was burning
for a fuck.
Ned looked up at his mother, got a whiff of her heady
perfume. His eyes fell to her breasts, hardly the first time he'd
noticed them. Babs reached out, drew her son to her, enjoying the
hardness of his eighteen-year-old torso. Ned trembled, a pang of
lust shooting through him. His mother's big boobs were pressed
against his chest, and his dick was hard against the fabric of his
underpants. Babs's robe was almost as thin as her nightgown, and
he felt the probing of her nipples through his shirt. His
mother's big pink nipples were no longer soft buds, but swollen
fingers of passion eager for the fingers of a man.
Babs had often felt excited by her son - seeing him in a
towel after a bath or in a swimsuit with a hard-on - but she had
kept her feelings to herself. Not that such desires had bothered
her conscience. She was far too easy a broad to worry about
perfectly natural thoughts, though what she was feeling now was
also far too potent to ignore. The combination of her son's fine
young looks with his childlike need to be comforted really turned
her on. She felt her clit harden, and drop after drop of cunt
juice oozed out to collect like dew on the lush pubic nest that
nuzzled between her legs.
Without knowing exactly what she wanted to do, she pressed
Ned closer and started to kiss him. The kisses were strictly
maternal at the start, but quickly grew passionate. Ned found
himself slipping his tongue into his mother's mouth and pressing
it against hers. All the things he had dreamed of doing with
Cecilia he now found himself wanting to do with his mother, and
unlike the girl who had spurned him, his mother was loving and
warm.
"I dig that, Ned," she whispered, knowing what she was
encouraging him to do. Was she doing it because she was hot for
his cock or because she knew that a good fuck would do wonders for
his deflated ego? She didn't know, but she didn't care, either.
She just wanted her son's dick in her cunt.
That husky whisper was all it took to make up Ned's mind.
His prick already felt ready to burst through his pants. He just
had to have this wonderful, soft, warm woman, and he had to have
her now. He slid his hand in her bathrobe and caressed one lace-
covered breast. It was so round and full and firm. He squeezed
the prominent nipple, and his mother gave a little shudder of
delight.
Ned pressed on the underside of the tit, and the thing came
popping out of the top of her nightie. He rubbed his hands over
it again. How much better it was to feel smooth, female skin than
the fabric of her nightgown. The nipple was so big, so hard. He
pinched it again, and his mother let out a low moan.
She was delighted that the boy was taking the lead, playing
the aggressive role. Like any mother, she wanted her son to grow
into a virile man, and it made her clit tingle to realize he was
ready to take a woman. Besides, her tits had always been
sensitive, so the purely physical thrill would have been enough to
drive her cunt up the wall.
"O-h-h-h," she gasped. Her own hands weren't idle. She
thought a man should take the lead in sex, but she didn't believe
a woman should lie back like a corpse. She squeezed his bone
through the fabric of his pants, then pulled down the zipper.
Ned's prick punched against the white cloth of his underpants as
the constraint of the trousers was removed. Babs pulled his
underpants down, so his aching cock at long last stretched to its
full, hard length. She gave it a squeeze that nearly sent it
shuddering off in spurts of come right then and there. The
thought of squeezing her own son's prick - and the feeling of its
stiffness in her hand - almost made her come too.
"Mom! That's great!" he gasped. He drew her bathrobe back
and pushed both tits over the top of her nightie. He kissed and
licked them, showing a natural skill in doing so. As far as Babs
knew, he hadn't had much sex, but now that an opportunity had
arrived for him to do his stuff, he knew how to take advantage of
it. Instead of doing the easy thing, which would have been to
take his mother's nipples in his mouth and suck them, he was
teasing her breasts to work her up to a state of sexual frenzy.
He began by kissing the soft globes on the underside where they
folded over to meet the wall of chest. No one had ever done that
to Babs before, and she was a bit surprised to discover just how
sensitive she was at that spot. Then, after pushing the tits
around with his mouth, he started to kiss his way in towards one
nipple, progressing with tender kisses in a circular pattern.
Babs got more and more excited as his lips got closer and
closer to her pink nubs. She had breast-fed Ned when he was a
baby, and the thought of those same lips now licking her tits
turned her to fire. Closer and closer his mouth got. Then his
tongue flicked out quickly and coated the nipple with saliva, and
his lips briefly pressed her teat. It was as if an explosion had
been triggered in Babs. The mouth that had suckled her nipple for
milk now sucked it for passion.
She moaned. She'd expected him to start sucking, but she
hadn't reckoned on the crazy thrill that would course through her
body and soul at that moment. Also, she hadn't known what a
teaser he was. The first suck was followed by just one more, and
then he started to kiss elsewhere on her tits.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" Her long, passionate groan came to her own
ears as if heard at a long distance, as if it came from a creature
in some remote forest; a raw animal sound it came. "O-h-h-h.
Suck me! Suck me! Is my baby hungry?" She moaned as she felt the
pressure of his lips on her tingling nipple once more.
Ned was so busy with her breasts that for awhile he forgot
the wonderful cunt that lay hidden from view but came suddenly and
vividly to his mind. When that vision of steaming pussy burst into
his imagination, he quickly moved his hands to her robe and
nightgown, drew them down and away, stripping his mother bare. He
lay a hand on the inside of her right thigh, slid it towards her
pussy while she ground her asscheeks against the bed in
excitement. The sight of her naked body turned him to a wild man.
He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she pressed his prick
in reply. It was so nice for both of them that each was tempted
to just feel the other off. Yet, Babs had done without a prick
inside her for a week, and she knew what it was she wanted - good
hard bone, smack in the twat.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. Any worry she might have
had about the incestuous nature of the act was swept away by the
rising tide of desire. The way Ned's balls were aching to come he
was more than happy to oblige his mother. Already, the female
odor wafting up from her wet cunt - stronger than her perfume -
was driving him out of his mind. He was hardly about to stop and
reflect on the right or wrong of fucking his mother.
She spread her legs, and he positioned himself on top of her.
He'd never fucked a woman before, but he knew basically what it
was that a guy was supposed to do. After all, he'd certainly
dreamed plenty about fucking Cecilia. Babs thought it might
simplify things to give him a few pointers, but she decided not
to. It wouldn't do much for his ego to be told what to do by his
first fuck partner, especially his mother. She'd just have to
hope he was able to figure things out for himself.
As it turned out, she didn't have anything to worry about.
True, for a second or two he wasn't about to find her pussy, but
the prodding of his tool against her labia was nice and exciting
in itself. Besides, it wasn't long before she felt the tool press
against the right spot. Ned hesitated a moment, half from fear,
half to prolong the wonderful moment. Then in he slid, very
slowly. In he slid with a thrill that coursed through his body.
He didn't push in with a powerful thrust. He was too nervous for
that, and he wanted to be sure not to hurt his mother's cunt.
Babs let out a gasp of delight as she felt her son's thick
tool gently penetrate her intimate feminine recesses. His body
was still boyish in some respects, though developing nicely, but
his prick was unquestionably the prick of a man. It was long,
hard, thick and made for action. It was ready to spew forth the
load of cream long-waiting in his balls. Those balls were pulled
tight against Ned's root in excitement He could hardly believe
what was happening as he began to pump carefully.
I'm fucking my mother! I'm fucking my mother! The words
raced through his skull, not bearing guilt, but expressing his joy
and the pride he suddenly felt in his manliness and newfound
prowess. He felt grateful to his mother, too, and he meant to
show it by giving her the best fuck a woman could have. At first
he pumped slow and gentle, working his rod back and forth in the
eager twat. How wet it was. Babs was always very wet in sex, and
the realization that she had her own son's prick inside her body
turned her cunt into a running river.
Ned started to pick up speed, and style too. His first
thrusts had been kind of shaky and uneven, but now as he pistoned
his mother's soft body, he really started to hit his stride, to
get the necessary rhythm. Now Babs felt that she could help him a
bit. She had plenty of rhythm herself, and by the way she
responded with her body to his pelvic thrusts, she silently
indicated just how it should be done. Ned fucked away, hitting
her just right, picking up speed and power till he reached a
steady pounding.
"That's good, Ned!" she gasped. He was pumping like mad now.
"I'm going to come soon," she gasped. She was getting there, and
then her pussy exploded in a wild surge of frantic joy, as shudder
after shudder of female pleasure poured through her heaving body.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed. Ned was coming too, in
long, hard spurts. He'd felt his tool stiffen, then give a little
twitch, and finally start gushing into his mother's twat at the
same moment that her orgasm hit. "I'm coming!" she shrieked. "O-
h-h-h!"
Finally it was over, and they rested there, cheek pressed
against cheek, cock slowly softening up inside the warm, wet cunt.
It had all been great, so great. Babs lay there in a stupor.
Visions of her husband and her son and - yes - her father now
swirled in her mind. They whirled and became one. She lay there
at peace with herself, picturing a naked couple in a meadow. They
were herself and her son, but then they became Ned and his twin
sister Nell. Suddenly she wished that Nell could be there too, in
bed with her and Ned, instead of out on her heavy date.
Babs was shaken from her pleasant revery as Ned slowly pulled
his tool from her sweltering cunt. He wanted to say something, to
let her know how much he'd enjoyed the fuck, how grateful he was
that she'd let him do it. But somehow he couldn't find the words.
His mother understood, and the smile she gave showed it.
She spoke, but just to ask, "Want a drink? If you're old
enough to fuck, you're old enough to drink."
"Sure, Mom. Thanks."
She had suggested a drink because she didn't want him to have
time to start feeling sullen or guilty about fucking his mother.
She wanted to give him something else to think about. Maybe she
was afraid he might start feeling guilty because some new and
funny feelings were surfacing in her, now that the excitement of
the fuck was over. Ned asked if he could make the drinks - he
promised he'd do a good job; he'd often watched his father make
drinks - and as he went off to do it, Babs tried to sort out her
feelings. She'd often felt aroused in her son's presence, but had
just shrugged off the feelings as normal. Still, there's a
difference between feeling aroused and having a prick in your
body.
What does a word mean? she said to herself. Incest. She
couldn't quite get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. She
wondered, when Ned and she finished the drinks, should she tell
him that they must never again do what they had just done, or
should they keep up with a harmless game? It would be safer to
put an end to it before it got out of hand. Yet, that prick had
sure felt good inside her. Hell, she thought, whatever I decide
won't have much effect on what we do. It'll depend on how we
feel. Babs noted that he had made it just right. He was a boy of
many surprising talents. "Mom," he said, sipping his drink slowly
- for he wasn't used to the taste of liquor - "that was really a
lot of fun, what we did, you know."
"I thought so too," she said with a smile.
"But, I mean ... is it right? Guys don't normally ... f-fuck
their mothers...."
Babs read the nervousness in his voice. He was afraid what
they'd done was wrong, but maybe he was more afraid they wouldn't
be able to do it any more. From the way he kept stealing glances
at his mother's magnificent breasts, it was obvious just how eager
he was for more sex with her.
"Ned," she said, "I just don't know. I mean, I'm trying to
level with you. Incest is one of those things that's always been
forbidden. But if two people love each other, and if they can
give pleasure to each other, well, why shouldn't they have sex?"
"I don't know. It just feels funny."
"I know what you mean, Ned. It does."
They both sat sipping their drinks and not saying much. The
longer they sat and looked at each other, the hotter they started
to get. They were both naked now, and for Ned the sight of his
mother's voluptuous female curves was every bit as great a turn-on
as his own developing body was to her. He felt his balls start to
stir, felt his prick stiffen up a bit. He looked harder at his
mother. Yes, her soft nipples seemed bigger, they were standing
out from her tits more. After all, there wasn't that great a
difference in their ages. Babs had had the twins when she was
only fourteen, and that's why she'd had to marry Dan. Not that
she'd ever regretted it. She loved Dan, and he reminded her of
her father. Still, some women need more sex - and more varieties
of sex - than other women.
Playfully, Babs reached out and grabbed Ned's prick. She
didn't have any clear plan of how the evening should go, or even
whether they should continue with the fun and games. She was just
acting on impulse. The pressure of her hand was enough to make
her son's prick swell in earnest, and as she felt the soft cock
turn hard, her clit began to tingle and harden, and her still wet
pussy got wetter.
Ned returned her affection by reaching out and cupping her
crotch with his hand. She gave a little gasp that was followed by
a bigger one as he pressed the fingers of the hand against her
tender labia and button-hard clit. They were giggling and
laughing now, and each of them was reaching out, trying to touch
as many parts of the other's body as possible, while the other
playfully tried to keep from being touched. It was all a game,
but a game that turned Ned's prick stone-hard, and made Babs's
cunt beg for attention.
As the touching and squeezing went on, and as both of them
got hotter and hotter, they knew that - right or wrong - they just
had to do some more screwing. "Ever licked twat?" Babs said.
"No, but I'd like to!" The rapport between mother and son
was so good now that it wasn't necessary for Ned to claim all
sorts of sexual experiences. He trusted her to respect him,
despite the fact that she was the very first female he'd ever
really gone very far with.
"Well," Babs said, "I guess there's no time like the present
to eat your first box lunch."
Chapter 2
The idea of sucking his mother's cunt had a distinct appeal
for Ned Marshal. His prick was waiting to shoot another load, but
he was willing to postpone it as long as he could do something as
nice as eat his mother out. He slid down on the bed and started
to kiss the inside of her thighs. Babs's legs, like the rest of
her body, were just about perfect, not fat, just nice and soft and
very, very kissable.
He drew his tongue over the satiny skin, while his mother
gave a gasp of delight. He made little circular patterns with his
tongue tip, and then started to draw it up slowly toward her
inviting twat, leaving a trail of saliva on her skin. Alternating
licks and kisses, he brought himself closer and closer to her
steaming pussy. He was two-thirds the way up her leg now, and he
took a deep breath through his nostrils. He could smell a
wonderful, rich odor, a very female sort of odor. His prick gave
an extra surge of excitement, even though it was already so stiff
it was about to burst.
He hastened his progress up the inside of her right thigh.
Anything that smelled that heavenly must taste delicious. The
smell got stronger and stronger, because the closer Ned got to her
cunt, the more Babs found herself lubricating. Her pussy was
awash with cunt-juice. Near his goal, Ned stopped kissing. He
paused in awe of his mother's cunt. There it was, inches from his
face, with its delicate pink labia, its glistening drops of female
lubricant, its light brown tufts of hair growing from the outer
lips. It was all so feminine, so beautiful, that for a moment Ned
hardly felt able to go on. He realized that it was through that
hole, between those lips, that he had slid into existence eighteen
years before. And it was this love hole he had longed for since
he was fifteen. His prick trembled with excitement. There was
something fantastically arousing about it.
He took another whiff. That smell! Half out of his mind
with desire for his mother's pussy, he moved his face closer and
flicked his tongue against the pert little nub that peeped from
between the soft folds of labia. Babs gasped and gritted her
teeth to keep from coming. That light touch on her fun-button
felt so good! Flick, flick, flick. At this rate, she didn't know
how much longer she could hold on. She wanted to prolong the
action as much as possible.
Ned had a natural talent. By the third lick, he guessed from
his mother's gasps, from the way her body tensed, that the effect
was driving her wild with excitement. He'd heard about the
clitoris, and now he could see for himself how incredibly
sensitive it was. He guessed that if he licked his mother there
much more, she'd certainly be coming. He also guessed that she'd
prefer the tongue job to last a little longer. He shifted his
attention to other, less sensitive parts of his mother's quim.
As she felt his tongue slide along the labia towards her
hole, Babs gave a sigh of relief. The feeling of her son's tongue
on her clit had been heavenly, but she couldn't have held her come
a second longer if he'd gone on licking her like that. Ned drew
his tongue towards her vagina, then worked the tip around the edge
of that inviting hole. It felt fantastic for Babs too, but she
was able to keep a grip on herself. There was just no part of her
body anywhere as sensitive as her clit, which was a real hair-
trigger job.
Slowly, Ned slid his tongue into the vagina, pressing its tip
against the delicate cunt walls as he went. His mother was so
warm and wet down there, and the thought that he'd been born
through this very hole continued to excite him like crazy. Now he
understood the need to return to the womb. It was a passionate
desire to suck and fuck your mother. As he rubbed his tongue
against the inside of his mother's cunt, the taste of the cunt-
juices exploded in his mouth. Forget the Binaca blast; this was
better! He just couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a
mother who would let him enjoy the wonderful taste of her hot
vagina.
I'm sucking off my own mother! I'm sucking my mother's cunt!
The thought echoed in his mind. The unique wonder of it thrilled
him to the core. He suddenly brought his tongue sliding up from
her cunt, carrying with it a good dose of pussy fluid into his
mouth. It was so nice that he repeated the trick a couple of
times, while his mother's little moans showed just how nice she
thought it all was.
Babs had very sensitive tits, and while her son was eating
her out, she was doing everything she could to make sure they
didn't feel neglected. She made use of the new knowledge of how
sensitive the undersides of her breasts were. She caressed them
with her fingertip. Then she squeezed and pressed the whole
globes, taking her nipples in her fingers and pressing and pulling
on them. It amused her to pull them out as far from her breasts
as they would stretch, then let go. She also wetted her
fingertips and gave deft little flicks to the pink nubs.
Ned had let up for a moment on the probing of her twat-hole
with his tongue, and instead was slurping away on her labia like a
cat licking cream. He was making little raids against her clit,
too, sending his tongue out to brush against it before sliding
back to lick some other portion of her feminine anatomy.
He's really good, Babs thought as she felt the tip of his
tongue graze quickly across her clit. He had learned at the
beginning of this tongue job to be careful handling her clit if he
didn't want her coming too soon. And he had discovered just the
amount of attention he could give it. Every time that tongue of
his flicked across her little fun-button, she gave a shudder of
delight, but there was enough of an interval between flicks that
she could hold her juices in. She had that beautiful feeling that
this wonderful suck would go on forever. She had just enough time
to cool off after each lick, just enough time to hold off that
orgasm.
Ned felt like he was going out of his mind with excitement.
His prick was aching for an orgasm. He knew he wouldn't have to
do much more than touch it to bring it spurting away, so he kept
his hands off his meat. He was saving his next come so he could
really give his mother a bang. He was proud of the way he'd
managed to get her off so well the first time, and he was
determined to show her he was a two-shot guy.
He couldn't wait much longer though. It was wonderful to
lick his mother's cunt, but the more he did it the hotter he got.
He just had to bring her off soon. Ned ran his tongue hard along
her labia to suggest this was it. He was now working up to
bringing her off, and Babs was glad he was. The delight he was
giving her between the legs was delicious, but she wasn't sure she
could stand much more without going out of her skull.
"I'm almost there," she said, clueing him in, guiding him.
"Almost there, son. Oh!"
This last was a sort of half-scream as the tip of Ned's
tongue wound her up just a little bit tighter. He pressed his
tongue hard against her clitoris, and this was all she needed.
"I'm coming! O-h-h-h!" she moaned as her cunt pulsated with
excitement, every nerve in her body firing, every muscle
trembling! "Oh! O-h-h-h-h-h!" Her pelvis was bucking and
heaving, slamming against her son's face, but he didn't mind. He
kept his face pressed against her moist cunt, his lips and tongue
still trying to get as much of the fast-flowing juices as they
possibly could. She went on like that for some time.
At last the spasms died away, but for awhile Ned continued to
lick away on his mother's twat. It was too beautiful to ignore,
and he just couldn't tear his nose away from something that
heavenly smelling. "If you're trying to lick me dry," Babs said
weakly, "you'll never make it. No guy every has. I'm far too wet
a broad for that. I'm too hot." Ned lifted his face, smiling,
after one final lick to his mother's cunt. "Taste nice?" she
asked.
"Beautiful," Ned gasped. "You know, Mom, I almost think that
sucking a twat is as nice as fucking it!"
"You're not the first guy to feel that way," she said. "Your
father for one is really crazy about sucking me. Dan just loves
it."
Babs thought she saw a cloud pass momentarily over her son's
face. "I guess I shouldn't have mentioned your father, huh?" she
asked gently.
Ned shrugged. "This time I didn't feel so bad about having
sex with you - I don't know why - but then when you mentioned Dad,
I think maybe it isn't so cool to be screwing some other dude's
wife, particularly when that means you're moving in on your dad's
woman. You know what I mean?"
Hearing her son talk like this gave Babs's clit a tingle of
excitement. It meant he was every bit as sensitive and caring a
person as she had always suspected him of being. "Listen," she
said, "your father and I love each other, and for a couple married
eighteen years that's not bad at all. Better than most! But
romance aside, you'll find there really aren't many people
permanently satisfied with just one fuck partner, no matter how
good that guy is. And your father, by the way, is very good."
It made Ned happy to know that his father was a good
cocksman. "So you and he haven't been entirely faithful?" he
asked his mother. All this so fascinated him that he forgot about
the yearning in his cock.
"Hell no. I think we'd have to be about half as horny as we
are to stay completely faithful to each other. If I didn't make
it on the side, I would never have had any experience outside of
Dan. Remember, I was a child bride. I get horny when Dan is on
the road. When you came in tonight, I was beating off. And why
not? He's been away for a week, and my pussy needed some action.
I'm glad you and I got together. Let's face it, a taboo can't
hold you back when you're horny. I'm glad you're concerned about
your father, but there certainly isn't any need to have all sorts
of illusions about what goes on when he's away on these business
trips of his. He fucks like crazy out there."
"That doesn't bug you?"
"No. If it did, I'd have to feel guilty about wanting other
guys, and when I look at something as delightful as your prick,
there's just no way that I can keep from wanting it!" Ned smiled.
All this stuff that his mother had told him was a surprise, but it
excited him to think of his own parents sleeping around a lot. He
didn't feel bad about fucking his mother, now that he knew he
wasn't luring her away from a life of fidelity to his father.
Besides, that remark she'd made about his prick recalled his
attention to it. He was again aware how incredibly much he needed
to get his rocks off. He looked down at it, felt it.
Babs spoke. "I think I'd better take care of that bone-on
you've got before it breaks off. What kind of position would you
like to fuck in?"
"You're the one with the experience. What do you think would
be nice?"
Babs thought for a moment. "Well, you've already shown that
you know how to be aggressive. That was one of the best straight
fucks I've had in a long while. How about a position where I do
all the work? After all, I've been keeping you pretty hard at it,
your having to pound me, then lick my pussy."
"Yeah, sounds okay," Ned said. He had no need just then to
prove what a stud he was. As long as he and Babs were both able
to get some pleasure out of a position, it was fine by him. And
he was confident that any position his mother suggested would give
them both plenty of pleasure.
"Okay," she said, "lie on your back here on the bed and I'll
see what I can do." Ned lay back, his prick throbbing with
eagerness. Did he ever need to come?! His mother could tell from
the incredible tension of his prick how horny he was, and she felt
a glow of maternal pride as she realized she had such a virile
son, one who could get off two good shots. She placed a knee on
either side of her son's hips, so her cunt was right over his
turgid prick. She reached between her legs and took his cock in
her hands. She could hear him catch his breath as he felt the
pressure of her hand on his organ. She held it aloft and then
started to squat down, carefully positioning her son's rod so it
was pointing right into her cunt.
Ned felt the gentle touch of her labia brushing the fleshy
knob of his whanger, felt the lips part as his mother continued to
lower herself. He looked at her in ecstasy. She was so
beautiful, with chestnut hair, intelligent blue eyes, friendly
mouth. At thirty-two she still looked like a girl. There were no
lines on her face, and her luscious breasts hung no lower than
they would have on a twenty-two-year-old ... with tits that big.
There were no stretch-marks from the long-ago birth of the twins.
She was a very beautiful woman, and what slight signs of maturity
there were just made her all the more exciting to Ned. They
emphasized the fact that she was his mother.
Teasingly, she paused for a bit, his prick-tip just inside
her cunt. She could see the admiration in his eyes, and though
she wasn't vain, she liked being admired. She gave him a saucy
wink while cupping her right breast in her hand and moving it up.
Then she let it flop back with a sexy, jiggling motion. "Mom!" he
gasped, "if you keep that up, I'll be coming in about two
seconds!" She smiled, then lowered herself the rest of the way
over his prick. "Mom! That's fantastic!"
At last she was all the way down, his prick resting inside
her body, her ass pressing lightly against his balls. To tease
him and to prolong the pleasure for both, she sat there an instant
without doing anything. That didn't bother Ned. It was so
wonderful to feel his mother's cunt around his tool that he'd have
been content to remain like that for quite awhile longer.
Besides, it wasn't really possible for his mother to do absolutely
nothing while sitting on his prick like that. Having her son
inside her turned her on, too, and her twat gave involuntary
little convulsions around his meat. He had to concentrate to keep
from coming.
Then, his mother started to lift herself off his organ again,
saying, with an impish smile, "I'm sure you've had all the fucking
you want!" Even though he knew perfectly well she was kidding, he
was so desperate to come that he couldn't help feeling panicked.
Up, up, up she moved, then down, down, down again. "You like
this?" she asked.
"Keep going, Mom keep going!" he said frantically. In fact,
her cool pose was starting to disintegrate too. She was a
passionate woman if there ever was one, and despite the two comes
she'd already had, she was getting hot again. Up and down she
moved, nice and steady.
"Mom! Your tits! Let me have your tits!" She guessed what
he meant, and leaned forward. Instead of an up-and-down motion
she gave her son's prick a vigorous back-and-forth stroking. Her
marvelous breasts swung from her body and rolled within reach of
her son. He cupped them gently and continued to play with them as
she pumped away.
Every stroke of hers made him think he was going to come off
right then and there. Somehow she managed to keep him hanging
right on the edge of his come without going over. She did that on
purpose, knowing that a good fuck depends on how long it lasts.
She wasn't having a much easier time keeping herself from coming.
That prick of her son's was perfectly compatible with her twat.
Every stroke stimulated her in the most tantalizing way. The
position gave her a certain amount of control over how much her
labia pulled against her clit. By altering the position of her
body slightly, she could increase or decrease the amount of
stimulation she got. With every stroke her soft cunt clutched at
his aching prick They were both right on the edge, right on the
edge.
"Mom! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! It feels so good!
Oh, fuck me!"
Babs felt her cunt glow warmer and warmer. She was right
near her come. It would take just a bit more. She had to see if
he was ready too. Yes, the way his cock felt so tense as it
rested in her cunt told her that he was.
Babs pulled her body up slowly, exposing her son's eager cock
inch by inch. Then, she waited a split second, while he gasped
and panted, before starting to slide back down, impaling herself
on his stiff cock. He felt it give a final tensing, then go sort
of numb. He was right on that fantastic pre-come plateau he knew
so well from beating off.
Then, woosh! A first gob of cream shot from his balls
through his rod and into his mother's cunt! Woosh! Woosh! He was
coming hard, and the feeling of her son's tool spattering her
insides with come was enough to send her shuddering off too. They
came together with the force of dynamite exploding, every nerve
firing at once. "Mom!" Heaving, gasping, shuddering, coming, and
then at last it was over.
Babs rested on her son's prick a second longer, then slowly
pulled herself off. As she did so, some of his spunk dribbled out
of her hole and down her thigh. It had been a wonderful fuck, and
she felt great. She didn't feel that old trace of guilt. There
was just no way that anything as delightful as this could be
wrong. "You know, son," she said to Ned. "We may really have hit
on something good here." His contented expression told her he
agreed completely.
As for Ned's own thoughts, they had turned to contemplation.
A mother and a son. Having her up there on him, controlling the
action, was like being a baby again and having her serve his
needs. It was wondrous, magical. He lay back, eyes closed,
dreaming. An image of Cecilia Peters came to his mind, his virgin
kissing cousin, the girl who'd dumped him that night. Her brother
Farley was his closest friend - they'd played side by side on the
high school football team - and Ned had sometimes imagined himself
in Farley's shoes, seeing Cecilia prancing nude around the house,
or in her bra and panties. Now he suddenly imagined his two
cousins fucking away. Why not? He'd just done it with his
mother, and he had sometimes pictured himself humping his sister
Nell. As he lay there, these thoughts floated in his mind: naked
bodies, penises, cunts, tits. It was a pleasant mirage of mothers
and sons and sisters and cousins.
Over him, his mother lay bare-assed and sweating. Her eyes
were closed too, and a smile was on her face. She was dreaming
the same sweet visions her son dreamed.
Chapter 3
Babs licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed at her
son's big prick. It was going to be a real mouthful all right,
and her mouth could hardly wait. She and Ned had been fucking for
a week now, and were enjoying it so much that they continued even
when Dan, Babs's husband and Ned's father, had come back from his
business trip three days before.
If anything, the risk of being caught making love made incestuous
sex all the better. There could be no question about it -
forbidden fruit really was more exciting. Babs had been fucked by
a considerable number of guys in her time, and many of them were
just as good cocksmen as her son. But she couldn't remember when
she'd ever had such big orgasms as she got when her son was
making love to her.
It was late in the afternoon, Dan still at the office and
Nell was off with some friends. So Babs and Ned headed straight
for the bedroom. Babs suggested they start things off with a blow
job. He liked having his cock sucked by his mom, so he quickly
pulled off his pants and underpants. It was when the big organ
popped fully into view that Babs found herself licking her lips
with excitement.
"Ready, Mom?" he asked. "You dig my dork?"
"You bet! I like your prick enough to eat it."
Ned sat on the edge of the bed, and his mother kneeled
between his legs. Both of them quivered with anticipation, for
both got a terrific kick out of oral sex. Add to that the fact
that they got a tremendous kick out of any kind of sex with each
other, and it isn't hard to see why Ned's tool was so stiff it
ached, or why his mother felt drop after drop of pussy fluid
trickle down the inside of her thigh.
For a moment, she just gazed at the big, thick thing that she
was going to take in her mouth and suck until it shot off gob
after gob of thick cream. Then, she reached out and took the shaft
in her right hand, giving a playful little squeeze. "Like that?"
she asked, repeating the squeeze.
"Yeah, Mom. I love your hand on my cock. It's so soft."
She took his balls in her other hand and started to gently
caress them while continuing the squeezing. Ned felt like too much
more of this would have him coming, but he'd learned from
experience that his mother was able to judge almost perfectly how
much more play would bring a guy's dick shuddering off into an
orgasm. She was able to toy with a dong for as long as she liked,
keeping him just under the boiling point. The kind of toying she
did he wanted to go on forever, even as he yearned to come.
She moved her face closer, and slid her tongue between her
dainty lips. She pressed the tip ever so slightly against the
taut prick-skin. The feeling of the little wet hole fired up her
cunt.
"C'mon, Mom," Ned gasped, "make me come!"
He knew perfectly well she had no intention of doing that for
quite some time. Nor would he have really wanted her to, for that
matter. A pleasurable warmth spread through his cock, balls, and
loins. She ran the tip of her tongue up the length of his cock,
while continuing to fondle his balls. When she got to the
sensitive spot where the fleshy knob joined the shaft, she rubbed
her tongue-tip all the way around it. She licked the knob itself,
paying special attention to the piss-hole. Then she ran her
tongue back down the other side of his whanger, ending up at the
root, where she kissed and licked some more.
"Mom!" he gasped. "Suck my cock! O-h-h-h."
She began to kiss his balls, with very light little kisses,
sort of nibbling with her lips at the wrinkled skin which covered
his eggs. A moment later, she slipped her mouth over his ball sac
and began to suck, while continuing to squeeze his rod with her
hand. All this playing around was fine, she thought, but it
wasn't much easier on her nerves than on his. She felt her clit
throb with eagerness, her cunt completely awash. As for her
nipples, they were swollen now to twice their normal size, and she
couldn't help thinking that she'd give just about anything for a
man's tongue on them! Maybe Ned's. Maybe Dan's. Any man's
tongue.
After sucking her son's balls a bit longer, she slipped her
mouth off them and kissed her way back up the shaft of her son's
tool. Then, she slid her lips over the knob, and began to suck
his prick in earnest. Ned seemed to give a little shudder of
relief at having his mother's lips where he so needed them. He lay
back on the bed, his feet resting on the floor. He just couldn't
imagine how anything could possibly feel better than those lips of
his mother's on his tool. He was thrilled by the idea of being
cock-sucked by his own Mom.
She was varying the action plenty now. She figured monotony
in sex was the worst thing there was, and she was great at
avoiding it. She took her son's tool all the way in her mouth, so
the knob was pressing against the back of her throat. That almost
made her gag, but she liked having the cock there. It made her
feel very feminine to have any part of her body completely filled
with a fleshy bone like that. Mouth, cunt, or asshole.
With the rod all the way in, she used her lips to suck the
lowest part of it, while keeping her tongue running back and forth
along the shaft. She could tell from the feel of his balls in her
hand just how excited he was, and that was plenty excited. The
nuts were tense and ready to unleash a flood of creamy gunk in her
mouth.
She kept that up for awhile, then decided to vary the pace by
sliding her mouth back so that almost all of her son's prick was
out in the air, the saliva glistening on it. She sucked away on
the spot where shaft and knob joined, while using her tongue to
tease the top of the glans, or to stimulate the underside of Ned's
prick by sliding it quickly back and forth between her lips and
the male organ.
"Suck me, Mom! Suck me! Suck me!"
While she sucked and licked and drove her son's cock into a
state of absolute frenzy, she was doing a pretty good job on
herself, too. She was using one hand to play with her son's
balls, but that meant the other was free to do what it liked with
the sensitive parts of her body. There were so many sensitive
parts that she wondered which to go for. Her breasts were swollen
with excitement, and her nipples even more. But her clit was also
crying for action, and she could just imagine how nice it would be
to slide her fingers back and forth inside her slick cunt. As a
result, her hand flitted around from one spot to another, giving
as much attention as it could to each before moving on. The
result was excitement, a sexy kind of excitement, just as Ned was
afire with sexy excitement from the job she was doing with her
mouth on his whanger.
What she wanted to do, if it could be managed, was to finger
herself to a come at just the same moment Ned got off. She
guessed that the best way she could do that would be to stimulate
her love-button till it was on the point of going off, then
holding back by giving it enough attention to keep it hot, but not
enough to make it just that extra bit hotter that would make her
come. She slid her fingers into her cunt and pressed them apart,
pushing the joints against the tender pussy-walls, while using the
thumb to flick her tingling clit.
"Shit, I'd better be careful with that!" she thought as she
drew her thumb across the tight little fun-button. One more
stroke would have brought her off right there. From then on, she
was more careful, rubbing the surrounding cunt-lips without
touching her clit much.
Her lips were still going to town on her son's prick and he
was tossing his head from side to side in excitement. She could
tell from the incredible stiffness of his rod, from his heavy
breathing, from a lot of other little signs that she'd learned
from almost twenty years of fucking around, that he was just about
to come. It would take a bit more stimulation, just a little bit
more....
She slid her lips slowly along the length of his shaft while
rubbing her tongue against his tingling prick-skin. She felt the
already super-rigid member stiffen even more and knew that he was
about to come. She gave her clit three sharp little flicks with
her thumb, and that was enough to bring her off too, at just the
moment that he started firing away.
He had felt his organ tense, known he was on the brink, and
then suddenly, all the tension and excitement built up by his
mother's incredibly tantalizing way of licking prick burst forth
in a series of shuddering gushes that sent his spunk driving into
her mouth. His organ was really unloading, and she was coming
too. He could feel that from the tight way her lips gripped his
cock, from the way her head shook madly.
The feeling of the first gob of cream hitting the roof of her
month coincided beautifully with the first female come spasms that
ripped through her. Her whole body was exploding, and all the
while she went on sucking her son's prick! Her own son's prick!